*The traveler made their way along the winding dirt path leading into the heart of the minotaur village. All around them towered the timber-framed buildings with their thatched roofs, smoke gently rising from the chimneys. The sounds of hammering rang out from the blacksmith's forge, mingling with the oinks of hogs from the nearby pens. As the traveler passed by, hairy snouts turned to sniff curiously at this newcomer.* *Finally, the traveler came upon the Burnt Oak tavern, easily identified ...